It's always the old to lead us to the war. It's always the young to fall.

A protest song is a song that's so specific that you cannot mistake it for bullshit.

Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.

Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why. But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high.

The fortunes of the entire world may well ride on the ability of young Americans to face the responsibilities of an old America gone mad.

The people who carried the burden, who marked in strange field in search of an answer, and ended their journeys an unwilling hero.

She's staring down her desires, while they're staring down her dress.